A man’s shirt, and that is all, can be sexy, too. I am not sure why this is. It may be a flirtation with homosexuality, but that seems oversimple, particularly considering that it is a woman in the shirt, and not a man. Men just look silly in men’s shirts, until they get their pants on. Women don’t. They look exciting. Perhaps what makes it exciting on a woman is that it is kicky on her part, challenging, stimulating, different, surprising. In the context of a fantasy, of course, it could be pretended that all her clothing was burned, and there is only male attire for her to wear. She must, against her will, wear the shirt. (Women find it fun, incidentally, to wear a man’s shirt like this. I do not know why that would be. Perhaps they know they look sexy in such a garment, and that turns them on. Perhaps it has to do with a Lesbian flirtation on their part. Perhaps they regard it as issuing a delicious challenge to the male, by donning one of his garments. I do not know. I think they may like it because it calls real attention to themselves; it makes the man sit up and take notice; and it stimulates him to address himself to their pleasures. “Take it from me if you can!” So you catch her, open the shirt, and convince her, over the period of an hour or so, that she is really a female. Why should a female look incredibly female in a man’s shirt? Perhaps because of the contrasts. She is so different in that shirt than a man, that her essential femaleness screams its difference at you.)

Do not forget evening gowns, cocktail dresses, severe “business suits,” etc. Women look lovely in them, and they are pleasures to remove, before putting her in, if anything, something more comfortable, more “suitable.” An aristocratically dressed woman is a delight to strip. Perhaps the last things you remove are her pearls and earrings. Or perhaps you permit her to retain them, and then command her, still wearing them, to kneel before you and, with lips and tongue, lick and suck your genitals. (Are her hands handcuffed or bound behind her back? It is up to the players.)

What about a scarlet halter, and she bare otherwise, saving perhaps a matching strip of fabric, or ribbon, tied about her left ankle? It should be, perhaps, two inches wide. (If she is nude, a man’s wrist strap, with double buckles, fastened about her left ankle can be a lovely slave marking device. A small link chain, with padlock, can be another. A chain and padlock collar, too, is lovely.)